A Chilly Reminder

October 14, 2005

It happens every year. The day the denial must end. The moment you realize it’s cold again and will be that way for several months. It hits you like a ton of bricks. Every year, you fool yourself. You forget freezing winter under the blazing summer sun. A mid-July summertime lie erases completely the cold reality of mid-January snow squalls. You dare to complain each summer that it’s too hot, until it’s too late. Suddenly the sun is gone. The heat dissipates almost overnight leaving you to wake up one frosty morning to the death of summer. It’s like a...

It happens every year. The day the denial must end. The moment you realize it’s
cold again and will be that way for several months. It hits you like a ton of
bricks.

Every year, you fool yourself. You forget freezing winter under the blazing
summer sun. A mid-July summertime lie erases completely the cold reality of
mid-January snow squalls. You dare to complain each summer that it’s too
hot, until it’s too late. Suddenly the sun is gone. The heat dissipates
almost overnight leaving you to wake up one frosty morning to the death of summer.
It’s like a cold shower after a hot make out session, you’re left
with memories of what sin was and fantasies of what sin might have been.

Myself, I yearn for the last nameless summer vision I saw. A taxi pulled up
to the curb. The door opened revealing long, slender legs. Attached to the legs
was a beautiful dark-haired girl wearing a mini-skirt. A skirt that was as short
as her legs were long. Pleated white with a red stripe around the hem, like
a cheerleader. Her white tank top barely contained her perky tits as they peaked
teasingly out from a small perfecto jacket. Her white ankle boots had three-inch
spike heels. She had the tiniest waist, the perkiest, stacked rack and from
the looks of the bottom bit of ass cheek, her skimpy skirt obviously couldn’t
cover the roundest most perfect bubble butt imaginable.

Maybe if I concentrate real hard, the scene of that summer goddess playing
back in my mind will turn me from frigid to rigid (as long as I can block out
images of ZZ Top, since this supermodel did make me think of the “She’s
Got Legs” video). At any rate, I promise to never complain ever again
that it’s too hot outside…anyway, I’m sure next year will
be different.